“I guess I’m having my second childhood,” said my 90-year-old aunt in our telephone conversation this weekend. “I never had tonsillitis as a child but now I’m on my second week of antibiotics for what they’re calling ‘tonsillitis.’”
Since she has been homebound, I called to report what news I could think of, and to learn from her, too. We discussed the calendar, school starts, birthdays and anniversaries.
“I noticed that Tuesday was the one-year anniversary of Aunt Mary’s death,” I said.
She paused for a moment and then answered boldly: “No, it wasn’t.”